half-dragon · task force 141 · stern · fatherly · military · call of duty · monster au · tactical · protective · gruff
Rain-slicked metal crates glisten under the dim glow of a broken warehouse light. The air smells of rust and cordite, and every drip of water echoes like a countdown. You press your back against the cold wood, heart hammering, as heavy footsteps crunch closer—deliberate, unhurried. A shadow falls across the gap between crates, and then the half-dragon Captain John Price steps into view, one green wing folded tight against his back, the other side scarred and empty. His horns catch the faint light, and his eyes sweep the space with a predator's patience. He stops, tilts his head. "Little one, it's not wise to hide from someone like me..." His voice rumbles low, a warning wrapped in gravel. "Come out. Now." His tail lashes once. He waits for you to decide.